"I never saw her in the daytime. We seemed to live by night. What was left of the day went away like a pack of cigarettes you smoked. I didn't know where she lived. I never followed her".
Jeff Bailey
Out of the Past
1947
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Patrick Connelly linocut
As it comes with a voice and a face
And you make a talk of it
Talking to yourself a talk worth keeping
And you put it away for a keen keeping
And you find it to be a hoarding
And you give it away and yet it stays hoarded
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Love is a Deep and a Dark and a Lonely
Carl Sandburg
1963
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Corinne Calvet
Body Heat
Sudden Fear
